American Horror Story

Your highest honor comes at the greatest price.

Death is not uncommon.

And danger...

inescapable.

Attempting the Seven Wonders

can get you killed.

But perform them...

and you are the next Supreme.

I don't even need to read your mind

to know what you're doing.

You want us to perform the Seven Wonders

so that you can find the next Supreme

and then kill her.

Poor, sweet, dumb, paranoid girl.

The awful truth is

I am tired.

Mm-hmm.

Where's Marie Laveau?

That's not our business.

It's mine.

The only other black witch in this place goes missing,

I want to know what happened.

She's probably off in some unholy

nether realm.

Cavorting with that half-baked

Beetlejuice.

Papa Legaboo-boo, whatever the hell his name is.

Legba!

He's a deity. Show some respect.

Respect is something

that is definitely lacking

around here.

I will grant you that.

You will show me respect!

Your Supreme

until the moment

I am replaced.

So rest up,

little girl.

Take your vitamin B-12s.

Your trials begin

Saturday morning.

You will perform the Seven Wonders.

Or...

you will die trying.

Madison?

I need your help.

Jesus, Cordelia.

You look like shit.

I can't believe you did that to yourself.

I've been in Misty's room

trying to see something.

I've held her boots, hair from her brush.

Nothing.

I hate to be the Debbie Downer,

but maybe she's gone.

Or maybe my gift of the sight hasn't come back.

Whoa! That was cool!

I did transmutation.

I didn't even have to think about it.

It just happened.

I wouldn't read too much into it, Madison.

You can manifest multiple powers

without being the Supreme.

Our powers always spike

in times of crisis.

This is one of those times.

Madison, I need to touch you.

Tell the truth, Cordelia.

You into girls now?

The last time I touched you, I saw things.

What are you afraid I might see?

Nothing stays a secret

for very long in this house, Madison.

It will come to light

whether you want it to or not.

I don't have any secrets.

Then walk over here.

Knock yourself out.

Boom, boom.

Aw.

That damn

buttermilk biscuit!

Thinks she can take me down.

Hell no!

I'm the queen... I will rise again!

Mark my words.

My people gonna come for you.

Rip you apart.

Marie?!

Spiritu duce, in me est.

Deduc me in tenebris vita.

Ad extremum ut

salutaret 'nferi.

Descensum.

What you doing, girl?

Give me the box of chicken.

Today, please.

Listen, watch the counter for me.

I'm going on break, okay?

What am I doing here?

Been asking myself the same thing

for 20 years.

Just watch the counter.

What the hell?

You're Papa Legba.

You live in a chicken shack?

No, darling.

It's not the hell.

It's your hell.

This was the worst time of your life.

Waiting on people who treated you

like the piece of trash you thought you were.

No power.

No respect.

And no future that you could see.

Just grease in your hair

and the smell of lard in your nose.

Look...

I came to talk to you about Marie Laveau.

I was told you hang out together.

She ain't here. There's this thing about being immortal.

Your hell's on Earth.

Hey, dude!

Just order and get out of line!

I've been waiting forever for my chicken!

And you can wait some more!

Don't make me put you in the fryer.

Now, go to the back of the line!

See?

Everybody got to pay in the end.

He gets to smell the delicious chicken

and never get a bite.

Took some skills to come down here before your time.

Most people be afraid they couldn't get back.

Wait! I'm not done with you!

It's almost sun up.

Unless you want to stay here forever,

you better hurry and get back.

What are you talking about?

I've been here five minutes.

Time...

moves differently in here.

I want the jumbo box with butter corn.

No wings, no thighs.

Give me only breasts and legs.

Yo! You listening to me?

I'm talking to you, bitch!

Ah!

You made it back.

I'm impressed.

Now that I've proven my power,

you're gonna give me some answers.

You remember how you told me you were gonna

cut me up in little pieces

and plant me all over the place?

I thought that was a honey of an idea.

There's got to be a way to kill her.

So long as the voodoo queen live,

so do Madame LaLaurie.

More marshmallows.

Then you need to take Marie Laveau

out of the equation for me.

Can't do that.

Me and Marie Laveau... we got a deal.

I thought your deal was that every year

she needs to perform a service for you.

So it is.

Well, she's not gonna be doing anything

while she's chopped into 50 pieces

and those pieces are scattered all over the city.

Technically,

you can say she's already in breach, right?

You are one crafty witch.

The elegant and universally admired

Madame Delphine LaLaurie

was not only a brilliant hostess

for high society soirées.

But she was also renown

for her remarkable equestrian abilities

and her tireless charitable works.

Says here she was a serial killer.

That's a misprint.

When do we get to see the attic torture chamber?

That part of the house is closed off for renovations.

Oh, great.

And there is no torture chamber.

The attic was used for storage.

And occasionally for the firm, but humane correction

of Madame LaLaurie's domestics.

These wild tales of barbarity you've heard

are nothing more than lies

invented by her many enemies.

Madame Delphine LaLaurie

was a woman ahead of her time.

A visionary.

Misunderstood.

And hated for it.

This way, please.

What a total rip-off.